was obliged to seek him in his wigwam; after which he consented

Is that old man? I cannot bring to mind

His features - Lycius! wherefore did you blind

Yourself from his quick eyes?" Lycius replied,

'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide

And good instructor; but to-night he seems

The ghost of folly haunting my sweet dreams.

While yet he spake they had arrived before

A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,